“ For the continued noise and uproar of the City, for its crowds, for its smells, the people cared nothing. They were part of the City. They loved everything that belonged to it—their great cathedral; their hundred churches; their monasteries; their palaces and the men-at-arms; the nobles, priests, and monks; the Mayor and Aldermen; the ships and the sailors; the merchants and the craftsmen; the ridings and the festivals and the holy days; the ringing, clinging, clashing of the bells all day long; the drinking at the taverns; the wrestling and the archery; the dancing; the pipe and tabor ”
Walter Besant
Summary
Walter Besant’s London is a historical account tracing the city’s development through its social, economic, and cultural aspects. Concentrating on the medieval and early modern eras, the work analyzes the relationship between the church, traders, artisans, and residents, emphasizing the dynamism of commerce, spectacle, and community life.
By offering rich depictions of landmarks such as Chepe and mentioning individuals like Stow and Whittington, Besant presents London as a reflection of societal change, from the upheaval of the Plague to the transition from manual craftsmanship to business-oriented pursuits. The text combines historical insight with an appreciation of the city’s resilient character, portraying its past as a basis for shared identity.
Quotes from London (Walter Besant)
“ Fifty years ago there would have been none of these things, but treen platters; of arras none; and but one poor silver mazer for all his plate. But we are not ashamed to see the tenements of the craftsmen side by side with the great houses of the rich. For we are all brothers in this city; one family are we, rich and poor together; we are united in our companies and in our work; our prentices are taught their trade; to our maids we give marriage portions; we suffer no stranger among us; our sick and aged are kept from want and suffering. ”
“ It was also very remarkable and very fitting that within the walls of Black Friars' Abbey, the home of austerity and authority, should rise a play-house for the dramas of free thought and human passion. It was further remarkable and very fitting that the house of the Carthusian monks, those who had fled from the work, and war, and temptations of the world, those who, while yet living, were already dead, should be converted into a home for those who were broken down and spent with that very work and war, a place where they could meditate in their old age over the storm and struggle of the past. ”
